Rural Illinois, 1969 Kissed-Off Lord knows I’m a voodoo chil’. —Jimi Hendrix Until that night a girl had only kissed me. Not I a girl. I was fifteen and for over a year Jimi’d been telling me he was a voodoo chil’, yeah, and I wasn’t. No moon had [...]
Michael Leach recalls a Superjesus/Baby Animals gig.
Saturday night hot and dark/lonely widow sits outside/on front verandah no lights on
At the youthful age of 39 poet Michael Leach find teenage memories in a Newcastle museum.
It was cold there at the border/I shouted your name, bitter/winds blew strong.
Damian Balassone’s latest book is Chime. It collects the best song lyrics, ballads and narrative poems from two earlier volumes.
Dja Dja Wurrung Country, Monday 18 September 2023 A new week has dawned outside this all-but-empty house in the country that I’ve come to call home. As Monday morn becomes more of a memory, I stay seated at my desk with a sick cavoodle on my lap and a view of [...]
Who were they – this Sparks? No internet back then/No instant information. You remained agog before Google.
You called me from somewhere in the desert for 88 nights/When I was living somewhere by the sea
An old song. A new poem. A timeless tale.